Good Food; Great Game; Etc.

 

It's pretty amazing what happens when you regularly water the brownies.  

All these green things of different shapes and sizes start popping out of the brownie tops and then growing and always leaning toward the light. 

So, I'm gonna just keep watering and see what happens. 

I'll have to keep this brownie recipe secret for now and find out how to patent them. 

In all seriousness, I'm thrilled with this past week's progress with my little garden starts. 

'Maters shot up as did the lettuce. Some of the posies are taking their time. 

Looks like some good and tasty times to come. 

It will be a while before I can get too excited about gardening.  Twenties at night and 30-pluses in the day time aren't exactly the formula for the big spring meltdown. 

Still, I enjoyed taking several steps on grass while walking down the lane this morning. 

I also noticed that the barnyard is softening up, which will bring an end to my pulling the sled and distributing hay.  

We'll soon begin the "throw it over the fence," routine. 

Terry Power on Facebook

A Monday-morning chuckle. 

"I followed this Chinese balloon for almost 200 miles only to eventually realize it was bird poop on my windshield."

I had to share the above photo for anyone who hasn't seen it.

These balloons aka objects have created more than their share of hot air.  

If only we could package that air and bring it to Idaho to help the snow melt. 

It also seems like President Biden faces a no-win Hamlet problem with these balloons. 

To shoot or not to shoot, that is the question. 

If you shoot, you will pay. 

If you fail to shoot, you will pay for that too.

So there! 

Nice choices. 

I still think this air invasion is all being directed from Hunter Biden's laptop.  

An amazing, multifaceted tool. 

Hot air aside, we enjoyed our Super Bowl party yesterday, and the BLOG helped add to the menu.

When my editor Helen saw on my post that I was cooking ribs, she flashed me a note, asking if I'd like some of Skip's baked beans to go with those ribs. 

Seems Skip was preparing them for a potluck on Saturday, and then that Hunter Biden's laptop turned the oven off, remotely, of course. 

So, when Helen went to her potluck beanless, Skip kept on working on his preparation, later taking them to the event. 

Well, by that time, it was far enough into the potluck that the beans didn't get eaten.

So, they came back home to Helen and Skip's house. 

Skip doesn't eat beans; he just bakes them. 

With a glut of beans in their house, Helen was feeling pretty generous, so she offered them to us. 

Bill picked them up after church, and what did he have for lunch?  

Skip's beans.  We both sampled and agreed they were delicious, even had a pleasant little kick to them. 

The spread included beans, nachos, ribs, pizza, Willie chili and assorted munches, along with brownies, Oreos and French silk pie for dessert.

Twas delicious, as was the visiting and the game. 

Yay, Kansas City. 

I loved listening throughout the day to the interviews of players, coaches, quarterbacks and others associated with the NFL.

Some great and inspiring stories, associated with these players and Super Bowl entertainers.  

Damar Hamlin's appearance at the game and his interview were among my favorite parts of the day-long production. 

Twas a great Super Sunday. 

Football has ended.  Now we can concentrate on basketball and balloons.   

Happy Monday. 

 

Over in Montana, Mary Ann Gooby's latest job at the ranch has involved keeping a huge herd of elk off the place. 

Gooby Ranch Report:

There is a herd of about 300 elk in the Ruby Mountains not far from our ranch.  Most of the time they stay in the mountains but when we get a storm like last week, they come down to eat either on the hayfields, or better yet, the hay stacks.  Mary Ann’s job is to keep them off our place.   

Yesterday, after our latest storm, they were gathered in the hayfield of our nearest neighbor.  Since it was only a matter of time until they moved over into our place, Mary Ann decided it was time to take her drum and go scare the elk. 

She waded through knee-high snowdrifts for half a mile to the back corner of our place.  She beat the drum every step of the way and the elk perked up.  The closer she got, the more interested they got. 

Pretty soon they had all jumped the fence and were circling her doing their “Eat Your Hay Stack” dance.  Some cows were dancing on their hind legs and the bulls were rattling their antlers together.  It looked like they were dancing the two-step waltz,

It was an amazing sight.  The moral of the story is, if you want to scare elk, don’t take your drum.